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Monday, December 22, 2014

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Monday, December 15, 2014

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CAUTION: VERY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT “Bye, I wanna do this again sometime.” I can still see Jordan, standing barefooted in the doorway of her apartment, in nothing but an over-sized white t-shirt, her words laced with giggles as she saw me off. In the background, Emma in her birthday suit, winked and waved goodbye without a care in the world. It was as if she was roaming about some nude beach. THE SEXTAPE is a collection of four very detailed and highly explicit erotica short stories. Based partially on actual events, every scene in this book is set in a different environment, with different scenarios and different characters. From the ex-lover (MJ) to the cougar (Maria) to the threesome (Jordan & Emma), The Sextape is filled with enough detail that's sure to get your juices flowing. DARE TO PRESS PLAY

The More the Merrier “Bye, I wanna do this again sometime.” I can still see Jordan, standing barefooted in the doorway of her apartment, in nothing but an oversized white t-shirt, her words laced with giggles as she saw me off. In the background, Emma in her birthday suit, winked and waved goodbye without a care in the world. It was as if she was roaming about some nude beach. Hmmm, had I made the right decision, leaving these two sexy ladies alone in that apartment? I wondered as I stood in the lobby, waiting for the elevator. Many a man dreams and fantasizes about bedding two women at the same time but not enough men can say they’ve lived that fantasy or seen their dream come true. Last night was indeed one hell of a night, a night I’ll surely be crossing out on my growing fantasy list. It was only right that I saved the best scene for last. My experience with these two young, exotic beauties was just too special to spoil prematurely. And I used the word exotic in a descriptive sense, not only because of their physical beauty but also because of their uncommon breed differences. Jordan and Emma were special in the sense that they were the oddball type women that a man isn’t liable to meet everyday. Let’s start with Emma. In her early twenties, twenty five to be exact, Emma was a tasty blend of Latino and Italian; two of the sexiest cultures on the face of this planet we call earth. In my opinion anyway. A shade darker than a tanned Caucasian skin, she could easily be mistaken with being of African-American descent. Emma had this wide jawline that gave her a natural smiley face. Blessed with a face of an angel, Emma also had a pair of the sexiest, most inviting and kissable full lips I’ve ever seen in my thirty years of living. At about 5’3” tall and 120 pounds, she was a bit on the skinny side with long curly mud-brown hair that extended to the small of her back. Emma wasn’t too skinny to boast a 26-inch waist, a 38-inch ass and a pair of 36C round perky breasts. Emma also possessed a pair of the most charming hazel eyes with long natural lashes that many, a woman would kill for. She was quite easy on the eyes with a spoiled and sarcastic personality that could easily be confused with that of a spoiled-rotten offspring of some privileged rich family. If one didn’t know Emma personally, they were liable to dislike her on the merit of her personality alone. That was the case with me until I had the opportunity to spend some time around her. I must say that she’s as friendly and as easygoing as they come. Her sweet feminine ways were just an added bonus to the package. Let me not forget to add that sexy mixed accent of hers that only comes out during those special times. She spoke Italian, Spanish and of course English; and sometimes a mixture of all three, although I wouldn’t recommend becoming the subject of this wild mixture. Emma had modelling potential but every time I suggested a career in modelling, she would deny it as if it’d be the last thing she’d do on earth. I’d later discovered that she finally embraced her modelling side, venturing out into the industry and doing some shoots with a few magazines. Then there was her partner in crime, Jordan. A gorgeous blend of Jamaican and Caucasian, I had met Jordan at a friend’s party one night. Two years Emma’s senior, Jordan stood at about 5’5” tall and 135 pounds, with long bleach-blonde hair that extended just past her shoulders. One could look at Jordan and tell where most of her bodyweight was—her backside. With her round youthful breasts, 28-inch slim waistline, 40-inch ass and a gorgeous face to go with it all, Jordan was the type of female some men would refer to as a dime. What distinguished Jordan from most other mixed females were her high cheekbones and her green eyes, a trait inherited from her Caucasian side. With her sexy curvaceous hourglass figure, Jordan could’ve easily passed for a model out of a magazine like King or Kay Slay’s Straight Stunning. Simply put, Jordan had the type of body that could make a married man divorce his wife at the drop of a dime, with the sex appeal to match. Despite all her physical qualities, Jordan possessed a straightforward but sweet personality, which made her all the more lovable. “Bye, I wanna do this again sometime.” Thinking back to the night we met, I never envisioned myself with Jordan and another beauty in this position. Hell, I was lucky enough to had met Jordan at her cousin Freddy’s party in the first place. If you asked me, I’d say my time with Jordan and Emma was very well deserved, considering that I had courted Jordan for four long months. Yes, I’d put my time in with her and if courting a female like Jordan made me a sucker, then I guess I was a sucker for exotic beauties.

A veteran of the United States Army, Peprah Boasiako was born and raised in the Ashanti Region of Ghana, in Western Africa. He migrated to the United States in the year 2000, as a teenager. Peprah is currently a student of Computer Engineering Technology at DeVry University in New York City. He spends his 'free' time writing fiction and learning the craft of acting. Peprah likes to think he is capable of venturing out to restricted territories in his writing. Peprah is also a sports freak and a big dreamer.

In the war between Heaven and Hell, a special race of humans with supernatural abilities will represent the balance between darkness and light. They are known as The Guardians. Jack Bennett comes from a long line of Guardians, a fact that has been drummed into him since he was a kid. When he and a select group of elite Guardians are called upon by Michael the Archangel to complete a special assignment, Jack gladly accepts. Seven years later, a failing mission and personal losses have left him jaded, bitter and without room for love or relationships in his life. The past that Addison Monroe is so desperately trying to escape is one she can’t outrun. The darkness inside that causes her to act unpredictably has gone unexplained until now. A woman claiming to be an angel appears with a revelation that will shake Addison to her core. Her dark nature is explained as Addison discovers that she is one of the Nephilim—a child born of a human mother and demon father. Despite the dark nature she was born with, Addison has been chosen by Heaven for a special purpose. Ten scrolls spelled to open up portals between Hell and Earth … ten demons who are using them to come and go from Earth at will, a violation of the terms set by heaven in the battle for souls … one demon known as the Great Duke of Hell who will stop at nothing to defeat her. Fighting alongside two Guardians, Addison must uncover the legendary Seal of Solomon—a ring that is said to possess the power to destroy demons, and wield it against the enemies of Heaven. As his task to protect her develops into something more, Jack will find separating his job from his personal life nearly impossible. Ignoring the dangers of becoming too attached, Jack will find that a woman whose very nature should repulse him, might just be his saving grace.

“Hey,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. His voice sounded gruffer than he’d intended, but it matched his mood. “I just wanted to check on you. What happened back there at your mom’s house … well, I know it couldn’t have been easy for you.” She unfolded her long legs and stood, causing his breath to catch in his throat. She wore another one of his t-shirts and it just covered her thighs. All that tanned, supple skin bared to his view should have been a sin … hell, it had to be since all he could think about was finding out what she had on underneath. If anything. He swallowed, his throat gone dry. “I’m fine.” She shrugged, though she didn’t quite meet his gaze. He came into the room, though he kept his hands clasped behind his back to refrain from touching her, the temptation far too great. “I don’t believe that.” She scowled at him, hands going to her hips—gesture that showcased her curvy shape beneath the oversized shirt. “What do you want me to do? Fall into a heap on the floor and cry? Scream and yell? Throw things?” He shrugged. “If it helps. I told you, you don’t have to do this alone.” “See, I can’t lose control,” she argued, beginning to pace, heedless to the notebooks she kicked aside as she moved. “When I lose control, things break, people get hurt … I’m calm right now because I’m journaling, and that helps keep me grounded. I can pour all of that out onto the pages, and when I’m done, I feel better and think clearer.” “You think journaling will help you now?” His gaze flitted to the open notebook on the floor. On the pristine white pages, her rounded, feminine handwriting stood out in blue ink. “It helps me think, and I need that right now. Mama gave me a lot to think about, on top of all I learned from you guys and Elle.” He nodded. “It helps you sort through your thoughts. I get that. Would you mind if I asked where your head is at? It’s just that Reniel will be here in the morning and he’s going to ask. I’d like to know what to tell him.” Her shoulders slumped and she sat down on the bed, her hands clasped tight in her lap. “You know what’s funny about all this?” she mused, staring up at him. “I’ve spent so much time wishing that I mattered to someone, that I was important. I finally get my wish, and I don’t know what to do with it. I mean, here I am, just a stripper from the trailer park, and the balance in the spiritual world is relying on me and my decisions. It’s …” “Overwhelming,” he supplied when she trailed off. “Right?” “Yeah.” She nodded. “On top of that, my mom drops this bombshell about me being able to becoming a Guardian. What am I supposed to do with that?” He joined her on the bed, bracing his hands on the edge of the mattress. “Accept it if you want. Put it aside if you don’t.” She shook her head, hiding her face from him as her hair fell forward to shield it. “That’s just it. I know that I want it. This is my chance to do something good, to be something other than a stripper and the daughter of a junkie. But, in the back of my mind, I know I’d never be good enough. I mean, not for the Guardian part, anyway. I’ve already decided I’m going to help you guys find the Seal of Solomon. I’m going to wear it, and use it, and do whatever needs to be done to help send those demons back to Hell where they belong.” He should have been sighing with relief. Her agreement to wield the seal was all he should have cared about. All the same, he couldn’t turn his thoughts away from the prospect of a Guardianship for Addison. “Addison Monroe,” he said, studying her profile—or rather, the little bit of it he could see with her hair shadowing her face, “what has life done to you that you’re so hard on yourself? Who told you you weren’t worthy of anything good?” A lone tear trailed down to her jaw, hanging on the end before falling off and landing on the back of her hand. She didn’t sob; she didn’t wail; she didn’t so much as hiccup, but the sight of that lone tear broke Jack’s heart. “Everyone,” she whispered. She pulled her knees against her chest and wrapped her arms around them. It was the perfect picture of what Addison’s life had been—she comforted herself because she had no one else. Jack was drawn to her then, sliding across the mattress toward her. It wasn’t right, knowing someone had never been held when sad, or comforted when frustrated. He was almost afraid to touch her, not sure what her reaction would be. Yet, he couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d tried. His hand reached, and his fingertips encountered her chin, tilting it until she looked at him. She held the rest of her tears back. They formed clear pools, causing her hazel eyes to glitter like brilliant gold. “I don’t believe that,” he whispered with a smile, one thumb catching a stray tear as it escaped. “I don’t believe that for one moment.” “You don’t even know me,” she replied, her voice low and raspy with emotion. “I know enough,” he countered, his thumb still stroking her cheek in a slow caress. Her skin felt unbelievably soft. “I know that you’ve been through a lot and never let it tear you down. I know that a weaker person would have folded under the kind of torment Eligos has put you through. Look at what it did to your mother. She turned to drugs to escape, and it broke her. But you fought and never stopped fighting. I know that you take your clothes off for money, not because you’re a bad person … but because you know it’s a means to an end and that no one can objectify you unless you let them. I know that someday, you’re going to have a diploma with your name on it to prove that it wasn’t all for nothing. I know that you are the kind of person that I have always wanted to be but never felt like I ever measured up. So don’t you ever let me hear you say that you are nothing, Addison. You are someone. You are important. You matter … to me.” Her eyes grew wide, as if startled. As if she wanted to jump up and run because she didn’t know how to handle what he’d just said. And why should she know how? Jack would be willing to bet that no one had ever told her they loved her. No one had ever made her feel like she was worth anything. That knowledge made him want to be the one to give that to her. So, he did the one thing he could think of to show her with actions what he’d been trying to say with words. He leaned forward, his hand still cupping her face, and kissed her. It happened fast; a slight brush of his lips over hers, but it caused the surface of his skin to tingle. He paused at the corner of her mouth, his open eyes burning into hers. A silent exchange, and then … a whisper of a moment in which Addison’s breathy sigh skimmed his cheek. With a low whimper, she leaned into him, meeting his parted lips with her own. Jack’s fingers traced the path of her jawline back until he found her neck and gripped the nape. Strands of her hair tangled around his fingers and he clutched them, angling her for better access. Her arms came up around him and one of her hands stroked the back of his neck, her fingernails causing a tremor to roll down his spine. The kiss felt languid and slow, gentle, with an urgency that boiled just beneath the surface. She tasted sweet to him, a bit minty, and oh so addicting. He deepened the kiss, moving even closer to her on the bed, his free hand finding her waist and pulling her body up against his. She came without hesitation, half on his lap and half on the bed as she melded her chest to his and drank from his mouth. She offered her tongue, and he accepted it, groaning deep in his chest as the taste of her became so intense that his head began to spin. He held on to her tight, his fingers tangling in her hair and the fabric of her t-shirt. Her hold on his neck loosened and then her hands found his chest, warm and sure as they explored the width of him from shoulder to shoulder. Jack’s muscles tensed in response, his blood humming in his veins and shooting straight down to his groin.

Jackson “Jack” Bennett Jr. comes from a long line of supernatural beings known as Guardians, a fact that he’s been reminded of his entire life. Because he went his whole life training to hunt demons, he’s a dedicated soldier for the side of good, and honorable to a fault. He does, however, have his dark side. After losing his girlfriend, Tracy, to a mysterious murder, he has begun to question his calling as a Guardian and the reason he even bothers to fight at all. The former baseball star is athletic, and loves ‘old school’ rap music. His sense of loyalty are what make him the best friend a person can ever have … if you’re lucky enough to gain his trust.

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Name Micah Boudreaux

Age: 27

Occupation: Demon-hunter

Supernatural ability: Superhuman strength

Hometown: New Orleans, LA

Micah is as big as a bear, and probably twice as strong as one. He’s as tough as he looks, with a rough past and a cynical outlook on life. A rough family life and the loss of his sister, Tracy, have left him a little rough around the edges, made worse by seven years of demon-hunting alongside his partner, Jack, with little to no headway. But beneath the surface, Micah’s more complicated than he appears. His soft spot for broken things and talent for whipping up Cajun cuisine in the kitchen make him a person worth getting to know. His tall, outlandish tales are the stuff of legend in the Bayou, where no one ever knows whether or not he’s telling the truth.

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Name: Addison Monroe

Age: 25

Occupation: Exotic Dancer

Supernatural ability: telepathy, telekinesis, flight, fire

Hometown: New Orleans, LA

Addison is a naphil—half breed human and demon—with a dark side and lots of attitude. She never knew her demon father and was raised by a drug-addicted mother. Because of it, she’s independent because she learned to fend for herself at an early age, and jaded because life experience has taught her not to put her faith in anyone. She’s spent most of her life wondering if there is something wrong with her due to the dark thoughts and visions she has because of her demon side. While that side of her can become angry and violent, her human side balances her out with kindness, compassion, and vulnerability.

Elise Marion is a lover books and has a special place in her heart for sweet and sensual romance. Writing about love across all walks of life is her passion, as is reaching people through the written word. The Army wife and stay-at-home mother of three spends most of her time taking care of her children. Her second job includes writing stories about characters that people can fall in love with. When the Texas native isn't caring for her family or writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, singing loudly, or cooking up something new in the kitchen.